When Cats become Cows

It started off by accident. I had bought some corn cobs intending to steam them as a late nite snack. I had forgotten about the last one and it remained shriveled at the back for the fridge for a week or two.

Deciding that it was better not to eat it, I pulled off some of the seeds and threw it in a pot with some soil.

I had really doubted that it could grow and a week or so later grow it did and much to my surprise, the cats loved the fresh young shoots.
 
And so I grew more and this is now it a fav snack treat.


Of course you can get too much of a good thing like this ...

I'll stand by you

And so the World Cup competition rolls around yet again and we stand divided by the teams we support.

Going by reactions from friends and family, my support of Team England puts me firmly in the minority but no matter. I know their chances are slim at best, but that's really not the point.

You support a team because you identify with them ... for me ... since childhood. You don't support just the favourites of Spain, Italy or Brazil and keep switching loyalty with each competition ... where is the sportsmanship in that?

You remain a team supporter in good times and in bad. You take a deep breath and stand tall when you look at the fixtures. Even though at the back of your mind you know it's gonna be a hard fight, you never lose the faith.

But that's a lesson in life too ... you have to believe in yourself and in your people who work under you. No matter how daunting the task seems, you steamroll ahead never doubting that you have what it takes to get the job done. When you push you team onwards, your faith in them has to be larger than life so that they too will believe and with that, conquer.

Barring hope beyond belief, Team England will get blasted out but I will still cheer them on. I won't waste time reading the post match reports with all their recriminations and the 'I-told-you-so' finger-waggings of journalists - armchair critics who probably haven't kicked a ball in years.

England will still be my team well beyond that final whistle.

Cat versus Catfish

Strange cat - hates the catfish

My sweetie, Dasher

And the memories remain ...


Really ... you were the first friendly face we saw when we moved into Woodlands in December 1999. You greeted us everytime we walked past the void deck with a friendly rub and waiting for a pat. You showed us your family. With your little "waak" your kittens would suddenly appear from drains or behind discarded furniture, whereever you had set up temporary home.

We tried to bring you up once, but you wouldn't have it. Perhaps there were more kittens you had to look after and so you stayed by the door, till we let you go free once again.

Evening feeds at the void deck became our ritual, a little packet of fish, a rub on the leg, one pat and you were satisfied... content. That's why we called you Sweetie at first for that was what you are ...

But life wasn't safe for you out there. Most of your kittens never made it but still you tried. We were only able to rescue one - Blitzen. Her brother left you a few days before and we are glad to see that at least he still survives, prowling the neighbourhood. Jet black and handsome, you would be so  proud of him for he followed in your footsteps.

And so we took you up and gave you a home on April 1 2003. There would be no more babies for you to worry about - your job has been done well. When we had you fixed, the vet said it was lucky we got you in when we did. Your womb was so distended by the many births, you would not have survived much longer.

The Passion of Sleep ...

Envy the cat ... for sleep comes easy

Big yawn ... fangs and all

 Brothers make good pillows ...

 

A full laundry basket maketh a good bed ... with a kid brother as a bolster

 Sometimes it's a tight squeeze just to get comfy

 

 When there is no one to hug, a couch will just have to do

And did we mention, yawning is contagious?

Fantasies of the Unconscious

Fantasies of the Unconscious ...

the road is long ... with many a winding turn ...

and so i seek out a new path -
bigger beyond the consciousness of the present
one larger  than i can possibly fathom ...

for if the dream were to die ...
the soul would soon follow and i
would be no better than the ignorant masses,
mere noise in the background ...

aspire no more to lead
but to stand alone ...
eyes fixed firmly on a goal
just beyond the grasp ...

He understands ...

"God understands our prayers even when we can't find the words to say to him."

Love the dog's expression!!
Source:  http://wendisecretstolife.blogspot.com

okay ... so I can't paint ...

or draw or colour or sketch .... sigh!

drew this today while on gmail chat with a friend ... strange thing ... it started off to be a dinosaur ... then I discovered how to make ... well ... splotches. Yup, life is full of surprises
 ...

then in a mood on April 3, ... it changed to this ... which did not get any good reviews either .... probably because of the dark text ...

and so that made way for some greenery  ...

... and on a dreary Easter Sunday ... this is about as done as it is ever going to get. That's me facing the rising sun ... standing alone ... content ...

Hundreds protest global warning in Canada

Sent by a friend ...

Guys don't shop - we just buy things

The other half should have known this by now ... certainly after all these years ...

It's simple really - if you want us to help with the groceries - beyond the manual, unpaid, unappreciated hard labour of physically carrying the hundred-odd bags to the car - fine but be clear in what you ask of us.

"Grab a carton of eggs" = I will take the first carton I see. No that's always the wrong one. If you want a specific brand or type - then you have to tell us 'cos all eggs look pretty much alike to us mortal men.

"Don't you know we always use the low-cholesterol ones?" Huh were these chickens on a diet or something? To me, all eggs look and taste the same - really - when fried and served on a plate - with bacon - the more the better. That kinda makes all this "low cholesterol" crap kinda redundant ya?